Yesterday Theresa May, hopeless home secretary, went to the Police Federation's annual conference and told them off good and proper. She stood in front of hundreds of officers who listened in stony slience as she reeled off a litany of complaints covering everything from Plebgate to the Hillsborough disaster. (Some of the officers in the audience wouldn't even have been born when 96 people died in the Hillsborough stadium on the 15th April 1989 and the police covered up their incompetence.)
May then went on to remove the Federation's government grant and make them liable for Freedom of Information requests for the first time. She also told them more serious kicking would be coming their way if they didn't knuckle under.
And all this was rightly said. The Federation is stuck in the 1970s. It's a sclerotic organisation stuffed with job-for-life officials with a guaranteed income from subs made by serving officers. Apparently visiting there is like getting in a time machine. Over the years they have become vastly rich and unable to just give themselves the cash they have built glass palaces and featherbedded themselves something chronic. No outsider is even allowed to know how much cash they have, but it is likely to be in excess of a hundred million quid.
So props to May for putting the boot in.
(Doesn't make up for losing the fugitive Mohammed Ahmed Mohammed who escaped in a burka or illegally detaining that Brazilian catamite though.)